Nazshakul
06-18-2006, 08:44 PM
Almost six months after Naz'shakul became a wanted man...
...Are you certain, Believer? Think carefully about what this means.
Mark my words well!!! Send me justice...
...and I'll have Kalimdor in flames!!!
And the orc now known as Draxxigar Oathbreaker suddenly and violently awoke in a cold sweat. It was still night, and it was freezing with no fire to keep warm. Even so, he could not risk being seen out here in the middle of nowhere. A different style for his beard and hair would not fool anyone up close... He sat silently for a few moments, listening to the wind and wildlife, trying to pretend to not be cold.
He hated the relative silence, it left him alone with his thoughts, plagued by trauma and inner demons.
Draxxigar: "Hmph... a mighty debt I owe to the demons. A debt that I have no intention of ever paying. I only need to destroy "him" and then I'll be free to kill myself. They shouldn't figure out my plans before then... At least, I hope not."
While talking to himself, Draxxigar noticed three stars streak across the night sky and he started to tear up. He reached to the sky and grasped his hand, as if attempting to catch them.
Draxxigar: "Tiga... Targo... You pups didn't deserve the vile chemical I fed you... Yurasha, my star, you were my favorite. You were so strong with the spirits. I'm sorry, I should have ended your suffering after the first hit, but I ran... I'm so sorry I let you suffer longer, but I... just couldn't kill another one of my children.
Forgive me for being so cruel to you my children... So now, forget about your father, down here alone, hated and hunted. I swear, I swear with everything I have left that when I find that traitor at the right time and place, I'll carve your names' into him! Every single letter, I swear!"
Dawn in Durotar was fast approaching, and just as he finished packing up everything he heard someone shouting at him...
"'Ey Naz'shakul!"
A group of Burning Blade cultists had found him. Not surprising. The changing of his name and appearance slightly couldn't fool everyone, and he indeed had everyone in Orgrimmar looking for his head. He ran, being very outnumbered and outgunned, their demons and spells nipping at his heels.
He could feel them getting closer and closer, and finally at a lonely road, he turned to face them, unable to gain anymore ground away. His arms swelled with black energy and his eyes flared green, would this be his last stand? Would it end here before justice was delivered?
...Are you certain, Believer? Think carefully about what this means.
Mark my words well!!! Send me justice...
...and I'll have Kalimdor in flames!!!
And the orc now known as Draxxigar Oathbreaker suddenly and violently awoke in a cold sweat. It was still night, and it was freezing with no fire to keep warm. Even so, he could not risk being seen out here in the middle of nowhere. A different style for his beard and hair would not fool anyone up close... He sat silently for a few moments, listening to the wind and wildlife, trying to pretend to not be cold.
He hated the relative silence, it left him alone with his thoughts, plagued by trauma and inner demons.
Draxxigar: "Hmph... a mighty debt I owe to the demons. A debt that I have no intention of ever paying. I only need to destroy "him" and then I'll be free to kill myself. They shouldn't figure out my plans before then... At least, I hope not."
While talking to himself, Draxxigar noticed three stars streak across the night sky and he started to tear up. He reached to the sky and grasped his hand, as if attempting to catch them.
Draxxigar: "Tiga... Targo... You pups didn't deserve the vile chemical I fed you... Yurasha, my star, you were my favorite. You were so strong with the spirits. I'm sorry, I should have ended your suffering after the first hit, but I ran... I'm so sorry I let you suffer longer, but I... just couldn't kill another one of my children.
Forgive me for being so cruel to you my children... So now, forget about your father, down here alone, hated and hunted. I swear, I swear with everything I have left that when I find that traitor at the right time and place, I'll carve your names' into him! Every single letter, I swear!"
Dawn in Durotar was fast approaching, and just as he finished packing up everything he heard someone shouting at him...
"'Ey Naz'shakul!"
A group of Burning Blade cultists had found him. Not surprising. The changing of his name and appearance slightly couldn't fool everyone, and he indeed had everyone in Orgrimmar looking for his head. He ran, being very outnumbered and outgunned, their demons and spells nipping at his heels.
He could feel them getting closer and closer, and finally at a lonely road, he turned to face them, unable to gain anymore ground away. His arms swelled with black energy and his eyes flared green, would this be his last stand? Would it end here before justice was delivered?